A/N: Thank you to everyone who favourited, followed, and reviewed.
I am letting you know that some characters may be a little out of character, and some may be a lot of out of character.
I hope that does not make you want to stop reading.
Anyway, shall we proceed?
Stan's POV:
Six Years Earlier
One week after Kyle's disappearance.
"Yes, everything is under control, I did my end of the bargain, I got you the boy, now you have to do yours." I heard my dad say on the phone.
Boy? What boy? What was he talking about? Who did he make a deal with?
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked, stepping into the room.
He jumped slightly, and quickly told the caller on the phone, that he had to go, before turning to me.
"What are you doing Stanley? Why don't you go play with your friends?" He asked nervously.
"My super best friend is missing, no one's really in a playing mood." I grumbled, sitting down on the chair with a sigh.
A thought then hit me, my dad said that he had gotten the caller a boy, and Kyle had gone missing.
No, I pushed that thought out of my head, my dad would NEVER do that, especially not to my super best friend.
"Who was that on the phone?" I asked instead.
"Your Uncle Jimbo." Dad said, I could tell though by the tone of his voice, and the way he was sweating, that he was lying.
"What boy were you talking about? What was the bargain?" I asked.
"STAN! Stop asking questions you don't want to know the answer to!" He thundered, causing me to back up against the wall in fear, I had never seen him this angry before. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, and for the first time in my life, I was terrified of my father.
For the next couple of years, I never stopped suspecting that something was up with my dad, everything he did, everything he said, it struck suspicion in me, and then one day, I got my answer.
"What do you mean he's dead? You told me that if I helped you frame McCormick then he'd be fine! You said you'd have him home with in a month! It's been two years!" My dad yelled on the phone.
I sank to the ground, feeling like my heart was about to be ripped out of my chest, Kyle was never going to come home, and my dad was the one who threw him in his grave, I just needed to know who it was that put the final nail in his coffin.
Kenny's POV:
The next day at school, I walked down the halls, trying to make myself invisible. Usually, this was an easy task for me, but today, everyone noticed me.
"I know your dad is innocent Kenny, and don't worry, my dad is doing everything he can to get him the justice he deserves." Token said.
"Thanks." I said with a slight smile, he was the third person today who told me that they were on my side.
"Yea Kenny, everyone knows the police force is run by a bunch of corrupt idiots." Bebe said; make that four people who were on my side.
In fact, it seemed like the only person who wasn't on my side was Cartman.
"Face it Kinneh, he probably kidnapped Kyle for a lot of money." Cartman said.
"That's not true! He would never do that, he's not a psychopath like you." I growled, digging my nails into my fists. Usually, I didn't defend my parents, but they were getting their lives turned around, and my father was being accused of kidnapping someone MY age, someone would have to be a sick bastard to do something like that, especially if they had kids of their own.
"Why don't we just ask Kahl? I'm sure that he'll be more than happy to place the blame on your dad." Cartman said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Don't bother Kyle with that, I'm sure the last thing he wants is for someone to bother him about his kidnapping, it might bring back bad memories." Stan said.
"But if we don't ask him, then my dad, an innocent man, may rot in jail for the rest of his life." I said.
"Kenny's right, and I'm sure that Kyle wants to get the real culprit behind bars just as much as any of us." Wendy said.
"But the real culprit IS behind bars, Dan Readles, just let the police do their jobs, and don't bother Kyle." Stan said darkly before wheeling himself away.
Nichole's POV:
"Let's go Cows, let's go!" I yelled without much enthusiasm, to be honest, my heart just wasn't in it today.
"Is everything okay, Nichole?" Wendy asked, looking concerned. I didn't understand why she was being nice to me, we weren't exactly on speaking terms, not after I caught her making out with Token in the library last Friday.
"Yea, I was just thinking about Kyle, it's horrific to know what he went through, and we don't even know the half of it." I answered directly, it would have been petty to play games with her, and she would probably win. She could be pretty ruthless when she wanted to be.
"Yes, but on the bright side, he's back now, and he is getting the help he needs to get past this." Wendy said.
"I don't think anyone could ever get past something like this." I muttered.
"Speaking of Kyle, do you think he'd go on a date with me? Picture this, popular girl dates poor kidnapped kid." Bebe said, stretching her hands out wide.
"No Bebe, you're not going to use Kyle for your own sick agenda! Remember how badly you set him off in the fourth grade because of that stupid list thing?" Wendy snapped.
"Yea, Wendy's right, that's just not cool, you shouldn't use people like that." I said.
"Well, the good news is, you're now agreeing with each other instead of fighting, I think my work here is done." Bebe said, brushing her hands dramatically together, before skipping back to the other side of the gym.
I looked at Wendy, who looked back at me, I knew we were both thinking the same thing, did Bebe just play us?
"Okay girls! From the top!" Wendy exclaimed when a boy I had never seen entered the gym.
He had this whole disheveled appearance, like someone who didn't care how they looked, but he still looked super cool at the same time.
He had an aura around him that exuded mystery and exoticness, one look into his eyes, and I was intoxicated.
"Can I help you?" Wendy asked, obviously not under the same spell that I was.
"I would like to try out for ze team." The boy said in a thick French accent. I knew he was exotic!
"Alright, and what's your name?" Wendy asked, I could tell that she was mildly intrigued, we had never had any boys ever try out for the team before.
"Everyone calls me Ze Mole." The boy said.
Well, that confirms the mysterious part, I never knew that I was so good at reading people before.
"Okay Ze Mole, since Annie broke her ankle last week, we do have a spot open on the team, show us what you have." Wendy said, stepping back to clear a spot for the boy, and the rest of the girls followed suit.
I watched in awe as the boy tumbled around the gym, it almost appeared as if he was flying.
"Okay, I've seen enough!" Wendy exclaimed a few minutes later.
"Congratulations, Ze Mole, you've made the squad." She added.
I couldn't help but to let out a squeal, he had made the squad! I couldn't wait to get to know him better.
A/N: Okay, I'm aware that part of the mystery was solved, but don't worry, that's only the tip of the ice berg.
Also, there will be a point to the whole Nichole/Ze Mole thing, and to Ze Mole joining the cheer squad.
Thank you for reading.
